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ASL2: Chapter 59 "Sportsman's Double"
🕑 Added 2022-03-04 16:00:07 +0000 UTC-- CHAPTER 59: Sportsman’s Double --
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-- SUNDAY, MARCH 8, 2009 --
Still breathing hard, I did a full pushup to extract my not-yet-going-soft dick from Yvaine’s lewdly-stretched asshole and sat back on my heels. I paused for a moment, admiring the older woman’s spectacular naked body splayed out face-down before me, limbs askew and platinum-blonde hair in disarray. Her face was turned to the side, eyes closed in blissful unconsciousness and mouth gaping open with a bit of drool leaking down onto her pristine bedsheets.
Her asshole was also gaping open, traces of the pool of cum I’d just deposited inside it visible as well.
I rolled my head counterclockwise to stretch out my sore neck muscles, having clenched them pretty tightly during that thunderous finale. And once I finally caught my breath, I slipped off the side of the bed and walked two paces forward before pivoting and sitting down in a comfortable position reclining against the headboard.
Seated beside me with her knees up and thighs spread, Dawn smirked at me and extended her fist. I chuckled, bumped her knuckles, and then let my head gently fall back against the sturdy dark oak behind me as I sighed and looked down across Yvaine’s comatose body. Dawn dug her fingers into the red-haired head between her thighs and pulled up, wordlessly guiding Summer in my direction. A few seconds later, my Pet surrounded my semi-hard shaft with her warm, wet mouth, suckling the leftover semen that crusted my cock straight out of her mother’s ass.
“So…” Dawn drawled with a knowing grin. “That just happened.”
“Don’t say you haven’t been expecting this for a long, long time.”
“Well I wouldn’t say I was expecting it. ‘Hoping’? ‘Wishing’? What’s an SAT word for this? ‘Coveting’?”
“Isn’t ‘to covet’ something considered a negative?”
“It’s a transitive verb that means: to wish for earnestly.”
I frowned. “Maybe I’m getting Biblical, but I thought it meant to greatly desire something that doesn’t belong to you. Like, some ancient king coveting one of his general’s wives and having the dude killed so he could take her.”
“Fine, not ‘coveting’. Let’s say I was ‘hankering’ for this, ‘jonesing’ for this, or maybe ‘thirsting’ for it? The way Summer’s currently thirsting for your cock?”
I chuckled as we both looked down at the horny redhead bobbing her head up and down my prick as if it were the yummiest thing she’d ever tasted. Presently, I set my hand atop Summer’s head and pushed downward. My pet obediently opened her throat and let me in, dropping all the way down until her lips were wrapped around the very base of my column of man flesh.
I wasn’t super-throbbing hard, but I was still pretty hard having only cum the one time so far, and had plenty of meat to completely block my submissive’s windpipe. I stared down at her, unable to see most of her face what with the wide strip of black cloth serving as a blindfold covering her from nose to forehead, so I couldn’t visually tell whether she was straining or not. Instead, I had to read the tension in her head, waiting for that telltale fraction of a second when despite her every intention to keep her head down with her lips wrapped around the very base of my cock for as long as her Master deemed necessary, her survival instinct would kick in and make her involuntarily try to back off before her higher brain function overrode it and she started choosing to choke herself.
“Is that what it looked like when Yvaine did it?” Dawn asked. “I mean, apart from the hair, obviously, and the angle of attack. But I missed this part.”
“More or less,” I replied. “And you were busy, as I recall, going down on Yvaine at the time.”
Dawn nodded. “That I was. She and Summer--”
“--taste about the same,” I finished for her, already knowing where she was going with it. “It’s uncanny, right? Like, you, DJ, and Dayna all have differently unique flavors. Heck, even Eden and Emma taste different.”
“But with Yvaine and Summer, it’s a little harder to tell them apart, even after all this time,” she agreed.
“How many times do you think you’ve tasted Yvaine’s pussy for comparison dating back to your very first time?”
“Back to my very first time? You mean when she got so horny watching you sodomize her daughter with a bottle of olive oil that she let me fingerbang her from behind to climax, spin her around, and start up a sixty-nine right there on the floor of her dining room where we could both look into the kitchen and keep watching you?”
I chuckled and nodded. “Yes, since that first time.”
“Shoot… Visits to the house twice a week for the last eight or nine weeks… Times maybe… three? Call it forty times I’ve parked my face in her crotch and sampled her flavor?”
I chuckled again. “And yet still not enough for you to identify the subtle differences? C’mon, I thought you were as proficient as me at this stuff, if not more.”
“Even after forty times, I can’t really tell the difference. Keep this up with Yvaine long enough and you’ll find out for yourself.”
“Well, she would have to wake up first for me to continue.”
“True. But seriously, they taste exactly the same,” she insisted. “Like, if I were blindfolded--”
“Now there’s a visual. We’re totally doing that next,” I laughed. “After Yvaine wakes up, we’re blindfolding you and parking the two of them on top of your face and seeing if you can tell them apart.”
Dawn smirked. “There’s one dead giveaway right now. You’ve fucked Yvaine’s pussy already but not yet Summer’s.”
“Oh, right. Guess I’ll have to fuck Summer first then.”
Summer twitched beneath my hand, but I could tell that was a twitch of excitement, not the involuntary choking reflex.
“If I guess right,” Dawn continued, “we get to blindfold you and see if you can pass the taste test.”
“No way. I’m The Master in this situation, and you don’t blindfold The Master.”
“That’s not a rule. Is that a rule?”
“Master says it’s a rule. Obey.”
“Yes, Master,” Dawn replied with a purr in her voice and a big of a happy shiver, which made her big tits wobble enticingly. I couldn’t help but immediately lean over and hungrily kiss her, delving my mouth deep into the back of hers while she moaned and clutched me tightly.
Summer twitched just then, the involuntary choking reflex. As expected, she quickly overrode it and forced herself to stay down, although her body started to tense up the more she had to concentrate on keeping my dick in her throat while her lungs screamed for fresh oxygen. I increased the pressure of my hand, helping force her down while making it absolutely clear to Pet that her obedience was demanded and that failure would be punished. I kissed Dawn even harder as I put more and more force into my hand, really cramming Summer’s head down around my crotch.
Summer grabbed onto my thighs with both hands, initially clutching them to help her hold on despite her every instinct to back away. But as the seconds ticked on, I could feel her start to go dizzy from lack of oxygen. At last, she hit her limit and rather violently shoved downward on my legs with enough force to overcome the pressure of my hand atop her head, and she yanked her head up while gasping desperately for air.
Only then did I stop making out with Dawn and instead turned to fondling her tits. I completely ignored Summer, acting as if she no longer existed in my universe as I bent over and suckled one of my best friend’s pretty titties into my mouth, being really loud and obvious about it so Summer could hear. I suckled Dawn’s right tit while fondling her left, then I kissed my way up her chest and neck, refastened our lips together, and resumed kissing her as if she were the only woman in the world for me.
Summer gasped and coughed and fought to catch her breath. She started crying, in abject misery over her failure to maintain the deep-throat despite my obviously unspoken order to keep her head down. “I’m… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, Master…” she wheezed, still out of breath. Her efforts to speak before she was ready only made the process of catching her breath even harder. “I’m sorry…”
“Silence, slave!” I planted my whole hand across Summer’s face for emphasis.
Summer shut up immediately, and I kept my hand on her face even as I continued kissing Dawn. Summer merely sobbed, letting out quietly pitiful moans like a soaking wet puppy left out on the doorstep in the rain.
Eventually I had my fill of playing with Dawn’s tits and kissing her lips. With a sigh I turned to face my pet and gave her a baleful look, even though she couldn’t see me. It just helped me get into character, really. With pursed lips, I put on an expression of extreme disappointment and clucked my tongue rapidly as if to say, ‘tsk, tsk, tsk.’
“You failed me, Pet,” I intoned bitterly. “I expected you to last a good bit longer than that.”
“I’m so sorry, Master.”
“Failure deserves punishment.”
“I deserve punishment, Master.”
“Then punishment you shall receive. Second Position.”
Summer reacted immediately to my command tone. Still blindfolded, she bent forward, folding her arms atop the mattress and resting her cheek against them while in a kneeling position that thrust her ass up into the air. She separated her knees to open up her crotch, and breathing shallowly, she waited in utter silence.
I slipped off the bed and circled around behind her. “Now, now… I’m feeling a sense of déjà vu. This is a familiar look. Why is it so familiar to me?”
Still seated by the headboard, Dawn started giggling.
“Ah, yes… I remember,” I stated theatrically. “This is the exact same position your mother was in not too long ago. Kneeling before me. Naked ass in the air. Blindfold around her eyes. And… Oh, dear… Something’s different? But what could it be?”
Giggling, Dawn scooped up the handcuffs that were lying atop the mattress right next to her. I’d removed them from Yvaine’s wrists shortly after she’d passed out and I’d blasted a massive wad of sperm into her bowels. With a grin, my best friend tossed them to me and I snatched them out of mid-air.
Summer shivered at the sound of metal rasping on metal when I opened the cuffs, although she didn’t move from her position.
“Reach your arms back for me, Pet,” I commanded.
Summer not only reached her arms back, but she grabbed her asscheeks and spread them for me, exposing her crinkled pink anus and puffy pink pussy. I quickly snapped one cuff around her right wrist, snapped the other cuff around her left wrist, and then took hold of the chain between them in my left hand. With my right hand, I suddenly spanked her right asscheek… hard. Exactly as I’d done to her mother twenty minutes ago.
[THWACK!]
There had been no warning then, just instant pain. Summer yelped at the unexpected impact.
“Receive your punishment, Pet, exactly as your mother did,” I intoned. And then I spanked her again.
[THWACK!]
“You’ve been a baaad little girl. A naughty little girl. Not able to hold your Master’s big dick in your throat long enough.”
“I’m so sorry, Ma-AAAAH!!!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“You deserve to be punished. You deserve to be punished with my big, thick dick invading your tight little holes.”
“I do! I deserve to be punished, Master. I’m so so-AHHH!!!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“I’m sorry, Master! I tried so hard! I tri-IIII!!!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“Punish me, Master! Punish me with your big fat cock! I deserve my punishment. I deserve-VVVAAAHHH!!!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] “UNGH!”
“AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!”
Summer was suddenly eight-inches-full of meat, with me abruptly thrusting my rock-hard dick into her tight twat in a single thrust. Still holding the chain of her handcuffs in my left hand, I yanked back hard on my pretty filly’s reins so that her shoulders rolled back and her face came up. I shot a look at Dawn and we didn’t need any mysterious Link for her to take her cue to scoot her crotch up beneath Summer’s elevated head. And when I relaxed the tension on the handcuffs, I lowered the blindfolded redhead’s face right down into Dawn’s crotch.
“Eat her, Pet. Eat your Mistress’s tasty pussy,” I commanded.
“This part’s familiar,” Dawn said with a laugh while holding Summer’s head to her face. Indeed, I could still vividly remember the two of us being in this exact same position with Yvaine perhaps fifteen minutes ago. “Are we gonna do a full reenactment?”
I nodded wordlessly, recalling my next steps. Well, actually, I was recalling my past steps, the ones I’d already taken with Yvaine.
It all started with that first kiss up in her loft/office. I must say, having enjoyed quite a few “first kisses”, that my first kiss with Yvaine was pretty spectacular. She smelled amazing, tasted delicious, and let out the perfect crooning whine of barely-repressed lustful need in her voice that set my loins on fire. Her arms immediately went around my body as I scooped her up with mine. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist while I pivoted her around and slammed her up against the sliding glass door, pinning her lower back against the glass for leverage while hiking up the short hem of her dress to her waist and yanking aside the strap of her panties. I wasted no time, unzipping my jeans and roughly shoving them just low enough to get my dick out. Her tongue never left my mouth while we furiously made out like a couple of horny teenagers, and I swabbed my fat mushroom head through her cleft, finding her pussy already soaked. So it was a simple matter of centering her body and then letting gravity do the rest.
Only then did Yvaine pull her lips off mine and set her head back against the glass as she slid down the sliding door, feeling every last inch slowly burrow up inside her. The gorgeous platinum-blonde looked so fucking sexy in that moment, her expression one of naked lust. Still in her late-forties, she was by no means an “old”-looking woman and would’ve fit right in on the Real Housewives of Orange County TV show. With perfect tits, lush curves, and a flawless face, she was a goddess.
A goddess currently skewered on my beautiful, perfect cock.
Her phrase, not mine. Ordinarily, I wouldn’t be so egotistical, but she was the one who breathed erotically, “You have such a beautiful, perfect cock, Ben. I can’t believe I finally get to feel it deep inside me.”
I blinked in surprise. Her lips had been locked to mine right up until the moment of penetration, so she never would’ve been able to actually see my dick. But once she recognized my confusion, she giggled and explained, “Summer’s showed me a lot of pictures on her phone. And Dawn’s fucked me several times with Ben Juniors.”
I frowned, initially wanting to complain about Summer showing pics of my dick to her mom, but then she continued with the Dawn/Ben Junior thing and I asked instead, “I thought you said you’ve only gotten laid once since Christmas.”
“Well, once with a real cock. Otherwise, Dawn’s been very helpful in picking up the slack. She’s really good with a strap-on. It’s also how I knew the real you would be a perfect fit.”
I didn’t really know what to do with that information.
Easy. We’re getting Dawn up here with a strap-on and stat so you can see it for yourself.
Hey, lemme enjoy using the real thing for a while first, huh?
Oh, right. Fuck away.
I indeed fucked away, especially once Yvaine’s royal-blue eyes sizzled and she challenged, “I’m anticipating you’ll be better for me than Dawn with a strap-on, understand? You’ve got some lofty expectations to live up to.”
I grinned, pulled Yvaine off the sliding door, and spun us around so I could park her on the couch instead.
And then I made her scream.
As it turned out, Yvaine had a lot more in common with Summer than just the taste of her pussy. Her sexual triggers were nearly identical, so it was a simple matter for me to call up my playbook for Summer and run the same plays: post routes, corner routes, drag patterns, and a few options. My first trap play got her off, writhing and screaming in exquisite ecstasy as I pounded her into the couch cushions with her legs spread wide to the sides and hooked over my forearms. I went off-tackle a bit, ran a counter just so she couldn’t expect where the next attack would be coming from, and when she least expected it, I pushed a dive play straight up the middle.
She came again.
And we’d only been going for four minutes.
I found myself reminded of something Yvaine had told me that first day we met, outside in the backyard staring across the cityscape far below. I’d told her that Summer really enjoyed being used like a living pleasure doll.
Yvaine’s response? ‘We have that in common.’
In the way I had frequently used Summer like a living pleasure doll, so I used Yvaine. I stripped off her dress, peeled off her underwear, and then had my way with her naked body. I bent her into awkward positions that let me get extreme angles to plunder her pussy. I mauled her perfect tits, pinching them to the point of pain. I spanked her ass, I hooked two fingers into her mouth and used it as a handhold to grip her head while I banged her from behind.
And she just kept cumming.
I lost track of how many times she came. One climax just started bleeding into the next. She screamed and howled, simple phrases like, “Fuck me!” and “Take me!” and “I am yours!”
It was quite a trip.
By now I’d carried her into her bedroom and she was draped on her left side, with her right leg up and over my shoulder to stretch her out. I’d been sawing two fingers in and out of her ass while my right hand was free to either diddle her clit or squeeze her tits, and when she had her next monster orgasm she screamed out so loud that I was sure they could hear her down at the Cal Berkeley campus.
And then she went limp.
Yvaine wasn’t unconscious… not yet. She was dazed, really, her eyes unfocused and her mouth gaping open with a trickle of drool leaking onto her pristine white bedsheets. I stopped thrusting for a moment, pausing to catch my breath and let her rest.
Movement to my right caught my attention and I saw that Summer was leaning against the wall next to her mother’s bedroom door. Dawn was immediately behind, with her right hand shoved up beneath the hem of Summer’s dress still obviously masturbating her BFF while she gnawed on Summer’s neck and cupped Summer’s breast with her left hand. My eyes met Dawn’s and I silently asked, ‘Wanna get in on this?’
Oh, HELL yeah, she replied immediately. I’ve been waiting to tag-team Yvaine with you forever.
Pulling out of Yvaine’s pussy, I rolled her onto her back and dragged her to the foot of the mattress so that her head was hanging over the edge. She was still dazed and unresisting as I pried open her mouth, pushed my prick through her pie hole, and continued until I began stretching open her throat. Yvaine started to choke, which woke her up a bit, and I pulled all the way out before shooting her a look of extreme disappointment. The older woman immediately looked contrite and reached up to grab my thighs, pulling me back in and this time accepting every last inch with ease so that my balls were quite literally pressed up against her eyes.
Because of our positioning, I was unable to see her face or visually tell whether she was straining or not. Instead, I had to read the tension in her head, waiting for that telltale fraction of a second when despite her every intention to keep her head down with her lips wrapped around the very base of my cock for as long as her Master deemed necessary, her survival instinct would kick in and make her involuntarily try to back off before her higher brain function overrode it and she started choosing to choke herself.
Meanwhile, Dawn was stripping herself as she approached the bed. She only got down to her underwear, which was good enough for now as she parked herself between Yvaine’s stretched legs on the other side and bent over to begin feasting on the older woman’s pussy. Yvaine whimpered around a throatful of cock but kept her position by clamping down with her hands on my thighs.
At the same time, I beckoned for my Pet to join me, and on shaky legs Summer came to stand beside me so that I could wrap my arm around her waist, tug her against my side, and shove my tongue down her throat while her mom still had my dick eight inches down hers.
I didn’t pump in and out of Yvaine’s mouth. I just kept myself at full-depth, maintaining pressure with my hips while I stripped down Summer’s dress and bent to start suckling at her tits. I could feel Yvaine straining a bit, losing oxygen by the second. But I didn’t let up a single millimeter, waiting to feel her involuntary choking reflex kick in. Dawn kept feasting, Yvaine started tensing, and Summer whimpered when I started fingerbanging her with one hand, biting one tit, and pinching the other tit with my other hand.
And then Yvaine ran out of air. She twitched and backed off just a fraction before overriding the impulse, grabbing my ass, and forcing herself to stay down. I assisted her by pressing forward, letting go of Summer and gently holding Yvaine’s head. But as the seconds ticked on and I could feel her start to go dizzy from lack of oxygen, at last she hit her limit and rather violently twisted her head away and to the side with enough force to overcome my light grip, gasping desperately for air.
“You failed,” I muttered coldly to Yvaine before glancing up at Dawn with a grin. Beside me, Summer shivered at the tone in my voice and she clutched me close.
“I’m so sorry… Master…” Yvaine wheezed, out of breath. “I’m sorry…”
“I expected you to last a good bit longer than that.”
“So sorry, Master…” Yvaine panted as she looked up at me with glittering eyes, clearly NOT sorry. She rolled over face-down, got her knees beneath her, stretched her arms straight out in front of her, and bowed down until her forehead was pressed against the mattress. “I’m so sorry… I failed you.”
“Failure deserves punishment,” I growled menacingly.
Keeping her hands down, she glanced up at me with a wide grin and nodded rapidly like an eager puppy. “I do! I DO deserve punishment!”
“Then punishment you shall receive!”
You already know where this is going given that I already told you I reenacted it with Summer. Dawn appeared out of nowhere with the blindfold and handcuffs, passing them over to me with a wicked, salacious gleam in her eyes as she stared straight at the prostrate older blonde.
Summer still stood beside me, her arms wrapped around my waist with her big tits crushed against my bicep, but she let me go when I stepped forward to fasten the blindfold around her mother’s eyes. And I heard her keening moan of arousal when I circled around behind Yvaine’s upthrust ass.
“Reach your arms back for me, Pleasure Doll,” I intoned cruelly.
Yvaine not only reached her arms back, but she grabbed her asscheeks and spread them for me, exposing her crinkled pink anus and puffy pink pussy. I quickly snapped one cuff around her right wrist, snapped the other cuff around her left wrist, and then took hold of the chain between them in my left hand. With my right hand, I suddenly spanked her right asscheek… hard. [THWACK!]
There had been no warning then, just instant pain. Yvaine yelped at the unexpected impact.
“Receive your punishment, Pleasure Doll.”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“I’m sorry, Master! I’m sorry I couldn’t hold your big dick in my throat long enough!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“Doll should be punished. Doll deserves to be punished with my big, thick dick invading her tight little holes.”
“Yes, Master! Punish me! Puni-AH! AH! AH!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“I’m so sorry, Master! I’ll be better next ti-IIII!!!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!]
“Punish me, Master! Punish me with your big fat cock! I deserve my punishment. I deserve-VVVAAAHHH!!!”
[THWACK!] [THWACK!] [THWACK!] “UNGH!”
“AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!”
Yvaine was suddenly eight-inches full of meat, with me abruptly thrusting my rock-hard dick into her tight twat in a single thrust. Still holding the chain of her handcuffs in my left hand, I yanked back hard on my pretty filly’s reins so that her shoulders rolled back and her face came up. I glowered at Dawn beside me and pointed forward, growling, “Go give her something better to do with her mouth than make those noises.”
“Yes, Master,” my best friend hummed, sky-blue eyes crackling with electricity. She quickly scooted in front of Yvaine’s face and spread her legs aside. And when I relaxed the tension on the handcuffs, I lowered the blindfolded platinum-blonde’s face right down into Dawn’s crotch.
“Eat her, Pleasure Doll. Eat your Mistress’s tasty pussy,” I commanded.
Yvaine got right down to eating, and Dawn giggled up at me. “We are SO doing this with Summer later on.”
Indeed we would.
Back in the present, I held Summer’s handcuffs in my left hand and kept right on spanking her ass while I pounded my big prick in and out of her pulsating pussy. Yvaine started to stir awake from the way the mattress rocked back and forth. She opened her eyes and looked up to find her daughter buck-naked, blindfolded, and bound, with Summer’s face in Dawn’s crotch while I hammered Summer from behind. I looked over and shot her a grin. And with a new idea forming in my mind, I asked, “Do you have another blindfold and set of handcuffs?”
Panting softly, Yvaine gave me a silent nod.
“Go get them and bring them to me.”
Again, she gave me a silent nod, bowed her head, and then slipped off the bed.
Meanwhile, I returned my focus to Summer’s bent-over body. Taking a good grip of her hips, I stared down at her heart-shaped ass and really started to lay down the lumber. But as I stared down at her beautifully-shaped booty, I flashed back to the memory of fucking Yvaine’s heart-shaped ass in this same position…
… and what I’d done to it immediately after.
Yvaine had just screamed out another orgasm, semi-muffled by Dawn smashing her face into her pussy. I stopped thrusting and instead reached down with both hands to separate Yvaine’s asscheeks to the side and stare down at her winking rosebud. I purposely rasped my throat to generate saliva, bent over, and spit on her tightly-clenched anus. Then, I did it once more.
Finally, I withdrew my dick and centered the tip of my prick into my own tiny puddle of spit. And as she felt the pressure of my cock knocking at her backdoor, Yvaine shuddered and groaned, “Oh, holy shit.”
And then I thrust.
My memory of Yvaine’s first howling scream blended with the sound of Summer’s present screeching as I burrowed inch after inch of throbbing penis into my Pet’s anal chute. I stared down at the sight of my fat cock looking absolutely massive as it attempted to stretch open her sphincter, unlubricated save for a couple of wads of spit. I felt absolutely certain she could ultimately take it, but that didn’t mean the process wouldn’t be a little painful.
In front of me right now, Summer’s copper-haired head thrust upward as she arched her back in response to the tension of my thick prod forcibly invading her ass. It was almost the same way her mother’s platinum-blonde head had thrust upward earlier. Yvaine’s back had remained arched like that for a while - not an easy thing to do with her wrists still cuffed behind her lower back - as she gritted her teeth and grunted and groaned, unable to completely relax while I had to fight for every inch of progress deep down into her Hershey Highway.
Only at the very end when I finally got myself balls-deep up her butthole did Yvaine finally relax, collapsing downward as she literally fell face-first into Dawn’s neatly-trimmed blonde muff. And I had paused to let my pleasure doll get used to the sensations of her first Big Ben sodomization by carving my cast-iron cock around the confines of her constricted colon.
Summer, on the other hand, was used to these abrupt invasions. Even with her head thrown back, she audibly hissed and relaxed her anal muscles like a well-trained pet, readily receiving my rigid rod into her receptive rectum. While I’d needed to give Yvaine a couple of minutes to adjust to my unexpected invader, Summer was ready for me to ream her out right away. And I was happy to do so, planting my hand on the back of her head and shoving her face back down into Dawn’s crotch as I did so.
Yvaine returned while I was still sodomizing the shit out of Summer (not literally). The older woman shivered at the sight of me summarily spanking Summer’s asscheeks over and over and over again, and she stopped next to the bed rather than hand over the articles I’d requested.
Without being asked, Dawn slipped away from Summer’s face and moved over to attend to Yvaine. I watched my best friend grin as stepped behind the platinum blonde to fasten the handcuffs. A moment later, Dawn started to lower the blindfold over Yvaine’s eyes, but the older woman held up a hand and said, “Wait, please.”
Dawn paused and shot me a look. As “Master”, it was my decision whether or not to proceed, and I arched an eyebrow while stating, “Speak, Pleasure Doll.”
Yvaine was breathing hard even though she hadn’t recently been exercising. I actually hadn’t stopped fucking Summer’s ass and continued pumping her almost on autopilot like a perpetual motion machine. “She can take that monster so easily…” Yvaine breathed. “Even without the olive oil.”
Dawn giggled. “She’s had LOTS of practice.”
“She’s… beautiful…” Yvaine half-whispered, eyes wide. “You two look so… beautiful… together.”
Dawn giggled again and reached up to hold Yvaine’s shoulders from behind. “They do. They really do.”
I didn’t necessarily know what was so “beautiful” about the way I hammered Summer’s prostrate body before me. The buxom redhead was bent over with her face mashed into the mattress, her arms trapped by handcuffs behind her back, and me now standing up so I could drill down into her anal depths at a steeper angle. Her creamy skin was flushed pink and her frequently-spanked asscheeks were darker scarlet. She was slack-faced, constantly drooling, and what looked like tear tracks leaked down beneath her blindfold. But hey, if Yvaine wanted to call us “beautiful” together, I could work with that.
“Take your place beside her,” Dawn intoned into Yvaine’s ear. “Take your place in Master’s bed alongside your daughter. Give yourself to him. Let him claim you. And I swear you’ll never regret it.”
Breathing deeply, Yvaine fixed me with an intense gaze as she stated softly, “I don’t need to anymore.”
Dawn cocked her head to the side, momentarily confused. I merely arched an eyebrow.
“I already told you before, Master,” Yvaine began with a wide grin. “I am yours.”
I grinned as well and gestured with one hand for Dawn to proceed. Yvaine’s smile never left her face even after the blindfold was lowered into place. And moments later, Yvaine was on her knees right next to Summer: face mashed into the mattress, ass up in the air, and arms trapped by the handcuffs behind her back.
“Get her some lube,” I ordered Dawn, to which my best friend popped her eyebrows in surprise. I smiled and explained, “She’s my living pleasure doll, but I’m the kind of guy that likes to take care of my toys.”
Dawn grinned and went to get the lube.
I spent the next five minutes switching back and forth between the buttholes of my bent-over babes, a few strokes for “Pet” and a few strokes for “Pleasure Doll”, but in the end I finished up in almost the exact same way I’d finished before when it was just Yvaine. Rather than continue switching back and forth, I focused on Summer for a few minutes and really ravaged her wrecked rectum. When I was done with her, the sweaty and soaked redhead was limp and unconscious, face turned to the side and mouth gaping open with a bit of drool leaking down onto her pristine bedsheets.
“Holy shit,” Yvaine gasped from right beside us, her cheek resting on Dawn’s pussy-juice-smeared thigh. We’d removed her blindfold so she could witness the Assfuckxiation first-hand. “Is THAT what you did to me before?”
“Uh, huh,” I grunted as I did a full pushup to extract my still rock-hard dick from Summer’s lewdly-stretched asshole and sat back on my heels. “And now I’m going to do it again.”
“Oh my God…” Yvaine quailed with a touch of fear, as if she were standing at the top of a 400-foot cliff attached to a bungee-jump cord and I’d just informed her I was about to push her off.
“Hehehe. There’s no god here,” I chuckled as I centered my dick at the entrance to her gaping sphincter before finishing, “Only me.”
And then I thrust.
****
Out of nowhere, Adrienne whacked my upper arm… hard.
“You did it WITHOUT me!?!”
And then she went back to whacking me over and over again.
[WHACK!] [WHACK!] [WHACK!]
I yelped, “Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”
[WHACK!] [WHACK!] [WHACK!]
Hmph. All hail the mighty ‘Master’ of his domain…
****
“UUUNNNGGGHHH!!!”
I thrust forward a final time, closing my eyes and bowing my head as I grunted out my orgasm, feeling the delight of a quart of spunk flowing out of my throbbing, turgid tool and into my lover’s tightly tensed-up tailpipe. My pelvis pivoted forward, with my knees as fulcrums so that my feet came off the bed, and all of my weight and energy being put into that final deep thrust. I kept my cock buried at full depth down the gorgeous blonde supermodel’s anal canal, straining with my back and leg muscles while I spat out glob after glob of boiling cum into the deepest recesses of the most desirable asshole in the world.
“Nnnggghhh…” Adrienne moaned without being aware of it, her right cheek pressed into the pillow beneath her. Even rendered unconscious, the aftershocks of her monster orgasm continued to pulse throughout her body. She lay flat and face-down beneath me, her arms and knees both spread to the sides. A small puddle of drool darkened the sheets, and the quivering from her lower lip eventually expanded into a full shiver across her body as another aftershock rippled down to her toes and fingertips.
Like a light bulb going dim, I felt the energy of my climax fade from me, as did the tension in my shoulders and chest. Slowly, my fingers released their grip on the edge of the mattress where it met the headboard, and I relaxed my forearms from the strain of using them as the primary method of driving my entire body back and forth while stabbing my schlong through the supermodel’s sphincter from behind. I let my head fall all the way forward until my forehead was pressed against her right shoulder blade. And with a satisfied moan, I lowered the rest of my body down until my naked chest was pressed tight against her equally-naked back.
As I said: Adrienne had been rendered unconscious. That was the whole point, since she’d been quite explicit about her desire for me to do to her exactly what I’d done to Summer and Yvaine this morning. After all, while she hadn’t been able to attend the Sportsman’s Double herself, as she often did in situations like this, she still wanted me to recap and reenact the event for her.
At least she’d been pretty good about not getting to join in (after her initial impulse to whack me several times in complaint for being left out). It was easy to forget sometimes that Adrienne and Summer had grown up together as friends and that Adrienne had been to Yvaine’s house many times. Unlike me, the basis for Adrienne’s relationship with Yvaine would’ve been as “mom of my friend”, not exactly the kind of relationship that might lend itself to physical intimacy. I mean sure, Adrienne had never met a gorgeous woman she didn’t want to bang, but she also understood that she didn’t get to just tag along with me and have sex with every single woman I was having sex with just because.
At least… I think Adrienne understood that.
In any case, it was Summer, actually, who got Adrienne to back off and not get her hopes up about having some wicked-hot fivesome together. Summer explained that her mom wasn’t the type to have casual hookups just for the sake of having hookups with people she didn’t know very well, this particular incident with me notwithstanding. She asked Adrienne, politely, to please not push the matter and leave her mom alone. And in solidarity with The Girl Code, Adrienne promised to not chase us about hooking up with Yvaine.
But as I said, Adrienne still wanted me to recap and reenact it for her. So when it was time for bed, Dawn and Summer explained that they’d gotten plenty and went into Dawn’s bedroom, leaving me and Adrienne alone. And after getting us both naked and bending over my lap to start giving me a warmup blowjob, my Tigress told me to tell her everything and be sure to include all the juicy parts.
And then you blasted all of your ‘juice’ into her ‘parts’. Hehe…
You’re such an infant.
In any case, I now waited for Adrienne to wake up. I kept our bodies cuddled together, sharing my body’s warmth and listening to the sounds of Adrienne’s steady breathing as she slumbered. Being Assfuckxiated wasn’t exactly like falling asleep at the end of a long day, and it usually didn’t take very long for the girl to wake back up. And indeed, after a few minutes she started to stir.
Moaning as consciousness trickled into her brain, I felt her body come alive beneath me as she reflexively clenched her colon around my still-embedded cock. And as I got my elbows beneath myself and propped my chest up to make it easier for her to breathe, she groaned, “Holy fuck, Tiger. Feels like you ran over me with a truck.”
“Run-over-with-a-truck good or run-over-with-a-truck bad?”
“The best,” she sighed dreamily, rubbing her palms atop my forearms before sliding her fingers forward to interlace them with mine. “The very best.”
I chuckled and kissed her shoulder. I was starting to soften now, so I began a pushup that would extract my dick from her ass, but Adrienne squeezed me with her ass and clamped her hands down as well to get me to stop.
“Not yet… not yet. Lemme feel your weight on me again.” She moaned quite happily when I chuckled again and set my chest back down. “Gawd I love this feeling, Tiger. So full. So fulfilled.”
“I rather enjoy this feeling too.”
She squeezed her hands down around mine again and took several deep breaths. She went quiet enough for long enough to make me wonder what she was thinking, and when I picked my head up to look down at her, I found her staring off into the middle distance with a decidedly… contemplative… expression on her face.
Eventually, she spoke, “How much time has to pass before someone is officially not rebounding anymore?”
I arched an eyebrow. “We talking hypothetically or specifically about you?”
“Hypothetically.”
“Uh, some people say it takes half the time you were together to get over an ex.”
“I’m not asking how long it takes to completely get over someone, just how long it takes to no longer officially be ‘rebounding’. It’s one month for every year, right?”
I chuckled. “I’m fairly certain there’s no actual certainty about that kind of ratio. We still talking hypothetically?”
“Just saying: Sasha and I were basically together for a year, so that either means I’m no longer officially rebounding after she’s been gone for a month, which already passed a couple of weeks ago; or I’m supposed to wait six months in which case I still have four and a half more to go.”
“A little of both, perhaps? You won’t be completely over Sasha’s departure until mid-July, but you’re already off the hook right now when it comes to officially rebounding.”
“That actually sounds pretty accurate. Maybe not mid-July exactly, but right now I feel like I still miss her but I’m ready to move on.”
“Did someone in particular catch your eye? Nora? Quinn? You’d better not say Yvaine, though.”
I expected Adrienne to chuckle at my little joke, but she glanced back at me with something of a frown. “You’re not really that dense, are you?”
I wasn’t that dense. I’d known from the beginning she was talking about rebounding with me. But the last thing I wanted to do now was get my hopes up, and I took a deep breath and sighed wearily. “Please don’t fuck with my heart right now.”
She paused before replying, but when she did her tone was quite sincere. “I’d never fuck with your heart. If anything, I’m asking you to please don’t fuck with mine.”
I still had my dick in Adrienne’s ass, not exactly rock hard but still stiff enough and thick enough that her tight muscles wouldn’t let it go. So I had to plant my knees and purposefully push myself up in order to extract myself and roll over onto my back. And this time Adrienne let me go.
I paused for a moment to grab the pack of baby wipes we always had handy and busied myself cleaning up for a minute. But once I was done, I took a deep breath to collect myself, exhaled slowly, and only then turned to look back at her. She remained chest down, her face turned towards mine as she stared into my eyes with quiet intensity. But she didn’t speak. She waited me out.
“What do you want?” I finally asked.
“I want to grow old and gray with you,” she said softly. “I want to fall asleep in your arms as often as possible. I want to wake up and see your face on the pillow next to mine.”
“I’d like all of those things very much.”
“I want to meet our baby. Our baby, Ben. Yours and mine.”
I felt my breath catch at her use of my first name, and I had to do something of a change step with my lungs to get them back into a regular rhythm again.
Adrienne didn’t speak again. She simply stared at me… eyes watching my reactions.
I took another deep breath to collect myself, stared up at the ceiling, and exhaled slowly before turning my face back to hers. I blinked twice and raised both eyebrows. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
She blinked twice and pursed her lips. “Is Dawn still your Plan A?”
I went back to staring up at the ceiling. My silence was apparently answer enough.
“Please don’t misunderstand; I’m not upset about that anymore. Everyone’s always known the two of you belong together, and Dawn being your Plan A does not preclude me from getting what I want,” Adrienne said quietly. “If she became your wife, we both know she’d never kick me out of your life. We both know she’d let me sleep with you. And I genuinely believe she’d let me bear your children.”
Still staring at the ceiling, I took another deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Is marrying another woman - Sasha or not - still your Plan A?”
Adrienne didn’t answer me one way or the other. Her silence was honestly answer enough.
“I’m okay with being your Plan B,” I said, turning to look at her. “I told you before: the idea of having children with you, raising a family? It’s everything I could’ve wished for us. Even if your ultimate love lies with another woman, I’d still very much want to have a baby with you. As co-parents we could still grow old and gray together. We could still fall asleep in each other’s arms. We’d be a part of each other’s lives forever… Forever and Always.”
I gave her a warm smile, and quite honestly I expected her to smile back and repeat ‘Forever and Always’ back to me.
But instead Adrienne broke down crying. And not quite understanding, I rolled into her, gathered her in my arms, and trapped her head against my chest.
I soothed her and I stroked her. I kissed her head and cuddled her close. Adrienne kept sobbing and sobbing for a lot longer than I thought she would, but eventually she settled down and went quiet.
I simply held her, stroking her hair gently and caressing her naked back. Her breathing went from shuddering gasps to slow and steady… a little too steady. And when I pulled myself back a little to glance down at her, I realized she’d fallen asleep.
Unwilling to disturb her slumber, I simply cradled her head back to my chest, pulled the covers over us, and closed my eyes.
****
-- MONDAY, MARCH 9, 2009 --
“Hiii… Daddy…” BJ greeted me, unprompted, at my approach. Now almost five months past his second birthday, my son was becoming more and more independent every day.
I knelt down beside him and tousled his hair. “Morning, little man.”
BJ grinned at me. He was at eighteen teeth, and the nineteenth had not yet made an appearance so he actually wasn’t drooling very much. I actually expected him to return to his book, but instead he held it up to me and asked, “Daddy read me?”
“Yeah totally, little man,” I replied warmly. And then flashing my son an evil little grin, I snatched the book from his hand, tossed it onto the couch, and promptly scooped BJ up and over my shoulder. He squealed and giggled and kicked while I mock-pretended to drop him over my back. But after only a second I hauled him back down to my chest as I spun around and dropped onto the couch and parked him in my lap.
“Daddy silly…” he laughed, grabbing my cheeks with both hands. I grabbed both of his cheeks as well (they were much squishier and more fun to play with than mine), and we rubbed each other’s cheeks for about thirty seconds before he tired of the game and insisted, “Daddy read now.”
I nodded, grabbed the book, and started to read. It was a fascinating tale, about a baby Big Bird exploring the world of color on Sesame Street by discovering red wagons, orange balloons, and yellow bananas, etc. In addition to reading the actual text in the book, I paused on each page to point out other little details in the margins. BJ, however, seemed to think the plot kept getting sidetracked on tangents, and my son complained for me to stop screwing around and get back to the main story.
No, he didn’t actually say “screwing around” or anything like that.
In any case, we finished the board book in less than five minutes and BJ squirmed out of my lap. I asked if he wanted me to read another book, but my son pointedly ignored me as he fished out a pair of chunky plastic Little People trucks.
“He’s right,” June drawled from the dining table where she’d been studiously typing away at her laptop. “You do have trouble focusing on the main plot.”
I rolled my eyes and rather than attempt to defend myself, I got up and headed into the kitchen to start making breakfast while changing the subject. “Did you decide to ditch the wardrobe?”
June stopped typing, frowned, and shot me a curious look. “Did my appearance matter to you that much?”
I chuckled and smiled. “I still remember the way Rakesh’s and Kamar’s jaws dropped to the floor when you showed up to the office last Monday looking like a fashion model. You looked great.”
Seriously, she had looked like a fashion model. Clad in a decidedly stylish outfit that Moon had picked out for her in New York and wearing a significant amount of makeup, June had certainly dressed to attract attention - and she’d gotten it.
“Are you saying I don’t look ‘great’ all the time?” she chided me with a bit of a tease in her eyebrows.
“I think the way you choose to represent yourself at the office is entirely up to you,” I replied diplomatically while taking eggs out of the refrigerator. “You did dress that way every day in New York, but the San Francisco folks weren’t used to seeing you like that, and I know for a fact you were perfectly aware you had a lot of people at the office whispering to each other about your choice of attire all week.”
June shrugged. “I paid for these things - might as well wear them. It was fun for a week to mess with people’s expectations, but getting all that attention was tiring. I don’t know how Adrienne and Summer put up with it.”
“They live for the attention.”
June waved me off. “Whatever. I’m sure I’ll cause another stir when I show up to work dressed like this again and start up a new round of whispering from people (A) wondering why and (B) debating whether or not they’d want me to change back.” She gestured to her no-nonsense black business suit, the exact sort of thing she would usually wear.
I chuckled and shook my head as I parked myself over the gas range with a frying pan. “Admit it: you secretly love sowing chaos.”
June’s smile was all teeth. “I’m beginning to see the appeal.”
I laughed and shook my head while cracking the eggs and starting to fry them. June was smirking too, and I commented, “You’re in a really good mood this morning.”
She shrugged. “Kim and I had a pretty great day yesterday.”
I winced. “Now I feel bad that I haven’t made enough time for her since we got back.”
June waved me off. “So long as you pay her extra-special attention tonight - it is still Kim Monday - I’m sure she won’t mind. Besides, Eden and Eve joined me and Kim last night.” June waggled her eyebrows suggestively.
I chuckled and sighed. “Now you’re making me really regret not coming over here.”
“And pass up getting the mother/daughter combo yesterday? I sincerely doubt that.”
I blushed and couldn’t think of a witty response, but Kim chose that moment to come downstairs. She paused to squat down, tousle BJ’s hair, and kiss his crown. Then she flashed me a beaming smile. “Ohayōgozaimasu,” she greeted, telling me ‘good morning’ before turning her attention to both June and me. “You look super eager to head off to work,” she began, pointing at June before redirecting her attention to me and adding, “but you look like you’d rather face a firing squad.”
June nodded merrily, but I took a deep breath and sighed.
Kim winced and nodded knowingly. “Penny?”
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, admitting, “Penny. She avoided me all last week, but we all know this can’t continue, and I have NO idea what to expect.”
****
A knock sounded loudly at the open door of the plush corner office I shared with June, and I looked up to find a beautiful redhead standing in the doorway with a nervous expression that matched the unease I felt in my own belly. Even though a week had passed since we all returned from the New York trip, this was actually the first time we were seeing each other face-to-face since then.
Mila Visser had refused Penny’s initial transfer request back in New York, legitimately annoyed that she’d kept Penny on the project for six weeks on paid leave when she could’ve spent that time trying to find a suitable replacement. Additionally, the company had literally just shelled out thousands of dollars of expense and effort to bring Penny to New York for a week only to see her abandon ship without a full and complete explanation.
In the end, Miss Visser told Penny to take a week to really think about her decision, and that if she still felt the same way, she would reconsider the transfer request. Then, Penny had called in sick on Monday, stayed offline until Wednesday, and then worked from home Thursday and Friday claiming that she didn’t want to make other people uncomfortable with her coughing.
The whole thing was bullshit, of course, but since I was still her manager she didn’t have to convince anyone but me, and I’d been inclined to let the situation slide and give her some space. That said, we were both working professionals, and I’d emailed her on Friday stating my expectation that she be in the office come Monday morning either ready to work or ready to request the transfer again.
And now she was here.
And I didn’t know whether she was going to tell me she was ready to work, or tell me she still wanted to leave.
Actually, she ended up doing neither.
“Hey, Penny,” I greeted cordially, taking a deep breath to collect myself. “Good morning.”
“Morning, Ben. Morning, June,” she replied politely with a nervous smile. Her eyes then went to June, and she asked, “May I please speak with Ben alone?”
“Oh! Certainly. Of course.” June quickly closed the lid on her laptop, rolled back her chair, and stood up. After a short head-bob to me, she then strode out the door without delay as Penny stood aside to let her pass.
Moments after June walked out, Penny closed the door behind her and silently flipped the deadbolt. She then went to the window and closed the blinds as well. And finally she walked straight to me with as much purpose as June had just done in striding out, coming right up to my chair and then turning to drop herself into my lap.
I jerked my head back and opened my arms in surprise as Penny grabbed my head, planted her lips on mine, and crammed her tongue into my mouth. She moaned with a sound of intense arousal, a primal noise that zapped my lizard brain into action and made me react as I always did when an obviously horny female started kissing me:
I kissed back.
I realize showing up to work unfucked is standard operating procedure for most guys, but I wasn’t “most guys”. My ordinary sex life usually included jerking awake to thrust my dick into a girl’s throat or waking up to find myself absentmindedly hot-dogging a girl’s buns before adjusting my angle and smoothly shoving my schlong into a succulently sweet snatch. But this morning I’d awoken to find Adrienne still asleep and looking so peaceful that I had no desire to disturb her slumber. I wound up slipping away to let the supermodel sleep in until noon if she so desired, got dressed, and then headed next door to The Aerie to read a Sesame Street book to BJ and make some eggs.
The point is: I was overdue for getting laid, and Mr. Happy in my pants sensed an opportunity to correct that grossly unjust circumstance by burying himself into a wet and willing pussy. But after five seconds or so of making out hot and heavy with the horny redhead in my lap, my super-ego asserted itself over my id and I abruptly tore my face away from hers.
“Penny-P-P-Penny!” I stammered, taking hold of her upper arms and pushing her about a foot away. “W-what are you--? I-I thought you--. Uh, does this mean you’re not asking to be transferred anymore?”
“Oh fuck all that. I was feeling jilted and confused. I put myself out there and you rejected me, so I was lashing out. But that was before. This is now. And I still want in.”
I blinked several times in surprise. “Uhhh, you do?”
She wriggled her ass in my lap and grinned. “Obviously. Look, I’m sorry about how things went down in New York. I didn’t handle rejection very well, although I understood where you were coming from. You had a big date with Peyton planned and I was unexpectedly trying to crash, but seriously… that was all more than a week ago. I took the time I needed to decompress, to really evaluate where I want my life and my career to be going, and the bottom line is that I don’t really want to transfer away from Strawberry. But more importantly, I don’t really want to pass up this chance to finally find out what the fuck makes you so fucking special. I’m not waiting any longer. I wanna do this right now.”
I blinked several times again. “Right now?!?”
Penny giggled as she slid off my lap and turned to the conference room table, the same one June loved so much. Bracing both hands atop its surface, the pretty redhead’s blue eyes sparkled as she gave me a coy look over her shoulder and waggled her ass back at me. And then reaching back with both hands, she grabbed the hem of her short pencil skirt and tugged it upwards over her very pale buttcheeks, revealing a perfect peach-shaped booty.
That’s when I realized there was no underwear obstructing access to pretty Penny’s puffy pink pussy.
“I’m not waiting any longer,” she repeated with a growl in her throat and a twinkle in her eyes. “Take me now, Boss. Take me hard.”
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